The Pill Bugs of Federal Plaza
EVERY MORNING, my young daughter and I walk from our apartment just above ground zero in Lower Manhattan to her school in the shadow of the Brooklyn Bridge. We cut across Federal Plaza and pass the line forming between policed barricades designated U.S. IMMIGRATION AND NATURALIZATION SERVICE, as the early light illuminates the inscription on the courthouse frieze: the true administration of justice is the firmest pillar of good government.
On one of these bright autumn mornings Beatrice discovers the pill bugs that climb out of the
